In less than half a minute, Zhang Yuanqing swiftly and lightly ran over and stopped at the entrance of the bridge.

Fu Qingyang gestured with his eyes, and Zhang Yuanqing walked to the entrance of the bridge and looked inside. In the night god's penetrating dark vision, there was a man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, slumped against the wall.

There was a finger-sized hole in the center of his forehead, and fresh blood was flowing "gugu".

After carefully examining him, Zhang Yuanqing noticed that this person had prominent eyebrows, narrow eyes, and a thin face. He looked like a wicked person.

It was so easy to die. It seemed that this unfairness of the heavens and the lawlessness were both at the transcendent stage. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes turned pitch black, communicating with the remnants of the soul inside the body.

Then, he took out the Demon Suppression Staff and handed it to Fu Qingyang.

After preparing, Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and transformed his spiritual body into "green smoke" and entered his mouth.

Memories that did not belong to him rushed in, and his sea of consciousness suddenly expanded like an inflated balloon.

The scenes flashed like a revolving lantern. Zhang Yuanqing saw the rough outline of the life of "Unfairness of the Heavens" from the fragmented and sporadic memories.

Father gambling on dogs, mother remarrying, living with grandparents. The unfortunate childhood planted a seed of darkness in his heart. The frustrations of growing up without support became the fertilizer for the seed to sprout.

He finally grew into a radical and violent evildoer.

In the changing scenes, Zhang Yuanqing saw a dim bedroom. Unfairness of the Heavens stood by the desk, cut his wrist, and let the blood flow into a bronze bowl.

The blood boiled in the bowl, and blood mist rose, condensing into a blurry face with a sharp voice:

"How is the Dark Night Rose recovering?"

Unfairness of the Heavens respectfully said, "They promised to assassinate the Primordial Heavenly Venerable for revenge against Lawlessness. In addition, the Dark Night Rose wants to obtain the information of the 'Youthful War God' in reality."

The face made of blood mist fell silent for a moment, and the sharp voice came again:

"The Dark Night Rose shouldn't be interested in that guy."

Unfairness of the Heavens said, "I don't know, the other party is very tight-lipped."

The face made of blood mist floated at the edge of the bowl, slightly swaying, and said, "Before telling the Dark Night Rose, you must first ask clearly about their purpose in investigating the 'Youthful War God'."

Unfairness of the Heavens nodded, hesitated, and said, "Subordinate found that the Dark Night Rose attaches great importance to this matter and seems unwilling to disclose it to us."

The face made of blood mist swayed a few times and said, "If unwilling, then forget it. The most urgent task is to control the Holy Grail. Other matters can be postponed."

In the golden light of the announcement, Zhang Yuanqing broke free from the state of asking the spirit and opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the dark and lightless night sky. He found himself lying at the entrance of the bridge, with a headache at the back of his head.

Zhang Yuanqing sat up and rubbed his head.

He was knocked out again. Fu Qingyang didn't reward me with a Playboy Bunny, which is really disappointing. Zhang Yuanqing looked at the white-clothed young man standing beside him and said, "I asked some things, but didn't gain much..."

He immediately briefly told Fu Qingyang about the memories of "Unfairness of the Heavens," omitting Brother Bing's information.

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Zhang Yuanqing sighed in distress, "Black Reaper and his subordinates communicate through a certain item, and Unfairness of the Heavens doesn't know the whereabouts of Black Reaper."

Black Reaper would never reveal his hiding place to his subordinates. If anyone betrayed or asked the spirit, it would be exposed.

An experienced and evil professional leader would not be so foolish.

Although it was expected, it was still disappointing. In this case, they could only hope that the information from the Gu King would be sent over soon. Zhang Yuanqing sighed.

At this moment, he saw Fu Qingyang reach out his hand and grab something in the air, taking out an item from the inventory.

It was a simple and ugly puppet. It had a round head and a skirt-like body, which looked like a rag doll at first glance.

The eyes of the puppet were sewn with black threads into two X's, and the mouth was a straight line.

Fu Qingyang asked, "Did you see his hiding place in the memories of Unfairness of the Heavens?"

Zhang Yuanqing said, "Yes."

Fu Qingyang nodded, put the ugly puppet on his right hand, and in the next moment, Zhang Yuanqing saw faint silver threads extending from the top of the puppet's head and hands, wrapping around the body of Unfairness of the Heavens.

A few seconds later, a sound of "o@" came from the bridge, and Unfairness of the Heavens crawled out. The hole in his forehead had healed, and the blood was no longer flowing.

He was resurrected!

Looking at the stunned confidant, Fu Qingyang moved his finger, and Unfairness of the Heavens raised the corners of his mouth, emitting a low and hoarse voice:

"This item is called 'Mercenary,' which I applied to use from an elder of the White Tiger Mercenaries. It possesses some abilities of a Dominator Realm Yan Shi. It can restore the details of the deceased's life, including voice, body habits, and skills, and is controlled by the holder of the item." Zhang Yuanqing was stunned and pleasantly surprised. "Are you saying that..."

Unfairness of the Heavens' hoarse voice faintly said, "Control this body to communicate with Black Reaper and find out his next plan."

What an operation! Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed. Fu Qingyang had already anticipated that it would be impossible to find out Black Reaper's whereabouts from Unfairness of the Heavens, so he applied for the corresponding item in advance.

Although this guy was arrogant and cold, he was indeed powerful and a reassuring teammate.

Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

He had concealed the content of asking the spirit. What should he do if Black Reaper asked about Brother Bing?

If Fu Qingyang couldn't answer, it would likely be exposed, and all their efforts would be in vain.

If he confessed about Brother Bing, with Fu Qingyang's keenness, he would probably sense a lot of things.

This is called plans can't keep up with changes, and the world is always so unpredictable."Centurion, you are wise and valiant." Zhang Yuanqing suppressed his anxiety and flattered as usual.

Tian Dao Bugong raised the corner of his mouth, his deep voice faintly said, "Next time, you can use some more pleasant words. I don't mind."

Saying that, the puppet walked to Fu Qingyang's side and carried his body on his back.

Is this the price of using props? Zhang Yuanqing speculated in his heart when he saw this scene, then he heard Tian Dao Bugong say lightly:

"There are two costs for using the puppet. First, you can only manipulate dead people. Second, while manipulating the puppet, the body cannot speak or move."

This cost is a bit heavy. What is this? Carrying oneself? If I change the puppet to a girl, I suddenly have many bold ideas. No, I can't think about it anymore... Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and expelled the daring thoughts from his mind.

The three of them returned to the business car and, according to the scene Zhang Yuanqing saw in his memory, found Tian Dao Bugong's hiding place.

It was located at the junction of Kangyang District and Fenghui District, in a semi-new and old apartment.

The night was dark, and the streetlights cast a lonely light. The shadows of the trees swayed in the wind. Except for a few 24-hour convenience stores that were still open, other shops had already closed.

The white business car stopped outside the apartment. Zhang Yuanqing opened the door and got out of the car, charming the security guard.

Tian Dao Bugong carried the body and followed behind Zhang Yuanqing into the apartment.

Zhang Yuanqing led the way, according to himself, and arrived at the third floor, stopping at the door of Room 302.

Fu Qingyang manipulated Tian Dao Bugong, took out the key, and opened the door.

Entering the room, Zhang Yuanqing swept his eyes around in the darkness. This apartment had two bedrooms and one living room, with a total area of about 70 square meters.

The furnishings were simple, the dining table was covered with dustproof cloth, the kitchen utensils had not been used for a long time, and there was a lack of vitality.

It seemed that Tian Dao Bugong only treated this place as a temporary resting place.

"The contact item with Hei Wuchang is in the bedroom." Zhang Yuanqing walked ahead and pushed open the bedroom door.

As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a faint and indistinct smell, followed by dizziness, discomfort in his lungs, and an uncontrollable urge to cough.

Fu Qingyang manipulated Tian Dao Bugong and said lightly, "There is a poisonous gas in the bedroom. You tell me where the contact item is, and then take my body out."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded and took a few steps back, saying:

"It's in the wardrobe..."

Tian Dao Bugong nodded, handed over the body to Zhang Yuanqing, and entered the bedroom himself.

"Bang!" The door closed.

Zhang Yuanqing, carrying Fu Qingyang, left the apartment and waited in the quiet corridor.

In the bedroom, Tian Dao Bugong simply wiped off the bloodstains on his body, opened the door of the wooden wardrobe, and found a bronze bowl.

The bowl was heavy, and the body of the bowl was carved with poisonous creatures such as snakes, insects, and centipedes. A slightly pungent smell emanated from the bowl.

Tian Dao Bugong held the bowl and came to the table, cut his wrist, and let the fresh blood flow into the bowl.

According to the information obtained from Zhang Yuanqing's inquiry to the spirits, this bowl did not require any other operations. It only needed enough fresh blood.

The fresh blood quickly gathered and covered the bottom of the bowl, filling about half of it.

In an instant, the blood in the bowl boiled, and strands of blood mist rose, condensing into a blurry face, emitting a sharp voice:

"How is it?"

Tian Dao Bugong lowered his head and bowed, saying, "Boss, Yuanshi Tianzun is already dead. The Dark Night Rose has proven their sincerity to us."

The blood mist fluctuated, and the sharp voice carried a hint of laughter:

"Very good. For the subsequent handover, I will let the young woman take care of it. I plan to meet with the Dark Night Rose's people in two days. During that time, you come to the old place."

Tian Dao Bugong bowed, saying, "Yes!"

At this moment, the figure made of blood mist asked:

"What is the Dark Night Rose's response to the matter of the Young Soldier King?"

Tian Dao Bugong's body stiffened.

In the corridor, Zhang Yuanqing weighed it all the way, finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice:

"Centurion, I have something to report."